Page 56 of Heathen

"Touch me," I beg, but instead of closing the distance between us, he places his hands behind his back.

I want to growl at him, to tell him he's a jerk for refusing me, but when I look up into his face, I see that he's struggling just as much as I am. It feels nice to have him on my side in this, despite how much we're aching for each other.

"We went over the rules before we got in here, and I'm not going to do something you didn't agree to out there," he says, sounding reasonable and completely insane at the same time.

"You're infuriating," I mutter.

"You'll thank me for it later, Kaylee. Touch yourself."

My head shakes, refusing to do as he wants before my brain can even formulate a response.

"I can't."

"You will," he says, as if he's already seen the future and knows exactly how this shower will end.

"Ellis," I whine.

"Say my name when you come," he offers, one hand coming out from behind his back to stroke down the now rigid length of himself.

It's as if his touching himself gives me the courage to do the same, but I lock my eyes on the shower wall when my fingers part that sensitive crease in my body.

I barely manage to control the whimper that threatens to escape my lips, but he seems less capable, the rugged sound of his groan echoing all around us to the point that I wonder if others in the house can hear him.

"Fuck, that's so sexy," he whispers, his words coming out on a pant.

My fingers move faster, the brush of them on my clit so powerful that my knees threaten to give out.

"That's it," he praises. "Come for me, baby."

As if my body has been obeying his commands for years, I explode, blackness filling my vision.

When I come back down, he has stepped into me, the back of his hand brushing over my stomach as he strokes himself. I whimper for a second time when I look down in time to see the head of his cock throb as cum spurts from the tip of him.

We didn't have sex, yet somehow this seemed much more intimate than any sexual experience I've ever had before.

Chapter 23

Heathen

"You seem on edge."

I don't bother looking toward Twisted, and I know not doing so is only going to fuel whatever conversation this man thinks we're going to have.

He was in the kitchen this morning to witness me walking in and embracing Kaylee. Hell, it wouldn't surprise me if he stuck his head out of his bedroom door and watched us walk into my room hand in hand.

As much as I thought Vegas was going to be different from New Mexico, it seems everyone is still in everyone else's business here just like they are there.

Rooster mentioned the cameras last night, which means he saw at least some of what happened in the hot tub. After thinking about that longer, it makes me want to punch his lights out until he can no longer remember what he witnessed. That was an intimate situation I had with my wife, and I feel a certain kind of way with him having seen it.

"I'm fine," I lie.

I came so hard I thought I was going to lose my footing, but by the time I left the shower and got dressed, it was as if my craving for her only tripled, and coming on her skin barely took the edge off. I feel borderline insane and was grateful to get the text that I was to go with Twisted to sit on the warehouse where I married Kaylee.

He chuckles, telling me I'm incapable of convincing him otherwise.

Every blink of my eyes seemed to last hours, the images of her heated skin in the shower, the way her eyes rolled backwhen she orgasmed. I shift in the seat, refusing to look down at my cock, the same thing threatening to thicken with just the memory of our shower this morning. She has effectively taken over damn near every thought in only a matter of days, and as relieved as I was to put some distance between the two of us, I've regretted every second away since I walked out the front door.

"Not much activity," I mutter, doing my best to change the subject.

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